Scratching the Itch (Killinger) - Henri's Penthouse

Not that he could hurt her, and he would learn that soon enough. She turned her hands so that she clasped his wrists, holding to him as tight as she could, just as she clenched around him in an intense orgasm. But she wasn't anywhere near done, letting it roll through her.

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Through sheer force of willpower, he was able to keep going. But with each near-violent thrust, he twitched within her. As her orgasm hit, he wanted to pop, his member throbbing with a desire to release. But she said no... and so he didn't. He pulled back on her arms as hard as he could, moving to pull her so that she was upright against his chest and his lips found her shoulder and neck. He kissed her at first, but then his mouth was left agape against her as he pounded harder still. He was unsure where the extra strength was coming from, but he didn't care. A normal woman would be broken or at the very least find themselves bruised after. But not Henri... not a kindred woman. He didn't know this, but, again, he didn't care. He was enjoying taking...

She rested her head back against his shoulder, panting herself as she went liquid around him. The sounds coming from her were now soft, as she bent in ways that a body shouldn't to keep him pounding inside her to the hilt while still turning to nibble at his neck. Then, on a particularly hard thrust, she dropped her fangs and sunk them into him again. Knowing this would be so much more than any other time.

"Aaaaaaaarghhhhhhhaaaaaahhaaaaaa!"

He sped up and them promptly fell into her. His body convulsed violently as he came... and continued to come. In the grips of the Kiss, he was now at her mercy and reaching heights he never thought possible.

She held as he twitched, moving her hips to continue to milk him of all that he had. After a solid minute, she drew out her fangs and licked the wound closed, catching his arms around her and sitting back so that he not only stayed inside her, but so that he wouldn't fall.

"Spent, love?"

"Guh... uh... uh..." He went all Neanderthal, unable to form simple words, which was indication enough. He still trembled, leaning on her for support, but for the moment, he could do little else but try to fight the urge to sleep.

She jiggled her shoulder a tad.

"Love, we should get you cleaned up, or you are going to be very uncomfortable come waking."

"Ooo... okay..." He was still trying to stay awake. He was so tired, but could she blame him? With monumental effort, he managed to keep himself up right. "Shower..."

She stood and put her arm around his waist, tucking him against her side.

"Come, I will help you."

And she all but carried him to the shower, where she set him in the stall, leaning up against the wall. Then she closed the door and started the water, hot. Then she took soap into her hands and began washing the sweat from his body.

The hot water perked him up a little. And even though he was so tired, he wordlessly gave her the same attention in return. As she soaped up his body, he soaped up hers, making sure to get every inch of her he could. "This is nice, Henri," he said soon after. "Thank you... for taking care of me."

As her hands moved lower, she dropped to her knees.

"I always take care of what's mine."

And then she was cleaning off his cock and balls...with her tongue. Her hands soaped up his thighs as she sucked the juices and blood from him, giving pleasure as she did.

"Jesus..." His knees almost gave way. It was so nice, it was. But there was no way he could get it back up.... Was there? He felt as if he was going to turn to mush and fall right over as his hands shot out to hold onto the walls for support.

Her hands on his thighs were stiff enough that she could hold him up. She hummed happily around him, knowing the physical limits of a ghoul. And she wanted to work on his stamina. So she worked at him gently, sucking his balls into her mouth to give them love with her tongue, cleaning them. Then she took his cock back into her mouth, moaning lightly as she rolled the skin around with her tongue, backing off to suck lightly at his tip, running her tongue along the slit. Then she looked up at him as she took all of him back into her mouth, into her heat.

There were no words to describe the mule-like sounds he was making. He was afraid to let go of the wall and his face contorted into something comical. He hardened again, twitching almost immediately. She could feel the pull of his balls at the went taut, trying to ejaculate what he didn't have left at the moment. His stamina did need working on... But my God, 3 in a night was... fucking glorious.

Not having to breathe? Made her amazing at this. She took him deep into her throat and swallowed around him, tightening her throat. Then she caressed him with her tongue as she withdrew, sending deep feelings through him as she pressed along the vein. She waited, still suckling, giving him pleasure until he began to soften again. Swallowing down anything his nuts managed to squeeze out.

As pitiful as it may sound, there was barely anything to swallow. Just a spurt of semen, weak at best. He was softening at a rapid pace and now he was hunched over while his hands and knees shook harder. "No.. no more... I can't..."

She moved up his body to take his lips with her, kissing him gently.

"No more tonight. But this is just a taste of what I can do for you, so long as you deserve it."

"How do I keep deserving it?" Fair question.

She turned off the water with her foot, then pulled a pair of towels from the wall. She wrapped one around herself, then began to dry off her newest acquisition.

"Please me. Do your job, above and beyond. You will learn."

"So-so far so good, right?" He grinned at her, tiredly.

She laughed as she got him almost dry, then tucked him back over her shoulders.

"Very. Let's get you to bed."

One foot in front of the other, that's how he went. He was careful not to lean too much on her, trying to be ever the gentlemen. As they got to the bed, he collapsed on it, looking up at her happily. "Will you stay with me here, in the bed?"

She wrapped her hair up in the towel and smiled as she crawled under the covers. She grabbed the remote to the TV on the wall and turned it on to the Discovery Channel. Then she pulled his head to her shoulder.

"Sleep, lover. I have no other plans, and will stay until you wake."

It just so happened that, having not having something or someone to cuddle for a several years, he was falling back into old, old habits. He curled up around her, putting his arm over her. Even with the background noise, he was out like a light before the first commercial.

She held him in that windowless room. Silent, but keeping up the heart beat and breathing going to give him the semblance that she was alive.